Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 119: Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference

On the day of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference.

Chen Fan, along with Wang Zhipeng and Zhang Sheng, arrived at the small square in front of the headquarters of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

At this moment, nearly eighty percent of Longhai City’s young physicians had gathered here, creating quite a lively atmosphere,

and the staff had already set up the lectern and prepared tables and chairs for the use of the leaders.

Many cast disdainful glances toward Wang Zhipeng and his group.

His offense against Xu Kun was known to half of the Traditional Chinese Medicine community in Longhai City.

Wang Zhipeng gave a wry smile, "Coming here just subjects us to ridicule; we might as well have stayed at the medical hall."

Chen Fan looked at him, "The Acupuncture Master is looking for a young physician to pass on the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle. What if it’s you? Missing out would be a shame."

Wang Zhipeng laughed at himself, "How could it be? I’m infamous in Longhai’s traditional medical circles, a Ph.D. graduate reduced to an apprentice. How could the Acupuncture Master possibly take notice of me?"

Zhang Sheng and the others nodded subconsciously.

Chen Fan’s lips curled slightly, "Anything is possible."

At this time, Huang Zhongqiang, leading several physicians from Tongren Medical Hall, approached.

"Oh, isn’t this Owner Wang? Shouldn’t you be figuring out how to keep your medical hall from closing down instead of attending the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference?" Huang Zhongqiang said with a sneer.

Wang Zhipeng’s face darkened, "Whether I come or not, is it any of your business?"

Huang Zhongqiang scoffed, looking at Zhang Sheng and the others, "Really, you four don’t consider joining me? Mr. Xu has arranged positions for each of us, and the salary is much more than what you get in the medical hall. Staying with Tongren Medical Hall, you’ll only be left out in the cold."

Zhang Sheng coldly replied, "Xu Kun targets the medical hall, yet you turn around and join him, you’ve lost all conscience!"

Huang Zhongqiang snorted, "People die for wealth as birds die for food; let’s see if you’d still be so tough when you’re starving!"

The physicians behind him all nodded in agreement.

Xu Mao and his son, Xu Kun, also made their way over.

Seeing them, Huang Zhongqiang quickly bowed, "Director, young master."

Xu Kun pointed at Chen Fan, "Dad, that’s him, the one who got you penalized!"

Xu Mao stared at Chen Fan for a few seconds, "Kid, do you know what happens to those who offend the Xu Family?"

Chen Fan started to smile, "Offending the Xu Family? Are you sure it isn’t your family that has gone too far?"

Xu Mao snorted, "It seems you don’t understand the situation at all."

"Once the Acupuncture Master appears, I will ask him to accept Xu Kun as an apprentice, and once Xu Kun learns the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle, I will have a chance to become the next president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."

"Do you think you can still survive in Longhai after that?"

Wang Zhipeng’s expression changed, and Zhang Sheng and the others became visibly tense.

Chen Fan looked at Xu Kun with a sneer, "He wants to learn the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle? Dream on!"

Xu Kun was furious, "Who do you think you are looking down on, kid!"

Xu Mao said, "You can only talk big now."

Chen Fan chuckled, "I’m just telling it like it is. But if you and your son would kneel down and kowtow to me ten times right now, I might consider teaching you the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle."

Xu Kun laughed scornfully, "Who do you think you are, the Acupuncture Master? You really have the nerve to boast without blushing!"

Huang Zhongqiang and the others laughed unreservedly.

Many others around also cast contemptuous looks at Chen Fan.

Wang Zhipeng and Zhang Sheng felt increasingly embarrassed.

Chen Fan remained unfazed, "I hope you can still be so smug later."

At that moment, Feng Tingting ran over and threw herself into Xu Kun’s arms, even kissing him on the face, "My dear."

Xu Kun hugged Feng Tingting and smiled at Wang Zhipeng, "How about it? Doesn’t my girlfriend look pretty with her makeup today?"

Wang Zhipeng’s face instantly darkened, his hands clenched into fists, "Son of a bitch!"

Before Xu Kun could speak, Feng Tingting glared at Wang Zhipeng, "What are you? How dare you curse at my boyfriend?"

Wang Zhipeng staggered as if struck by lightning, pain written all over his face, "Tingting, you... you..."

Feng Tingting’s expression was icy, "Don’t call me that, it makes me sick to hear it."

Xu Kun looked smug, "Mr. Wang, face reality. Even if you were once in love, she loves me now."

"She loves your money, wouldn’t you say?" Chen Fan suddenly interjected.

Feng Tingting’s face darkened, "What nonsense are you spouting? I love Kun Kun for who he is, whether or not he has money has nothing to do with it!"

Chen Fan smirked, "Is that so? The Xu Family will soon fall, remember what you said then, and don’t run away once their wealth is gone."

Xu Mao’s face was grim, "You brat, you dare curse the Xu Family!"

Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders.

Xu Kun was not angered, but rather more pleased with himself, "You’re right, she does like my money."

Feng Tingting felt a sense of shame as if her thoughts were pierced, "Kun Kun, you’re talking nonsense, I love you for you."

Xu Kun ignored her and continued speaking to Chen Fan, "But that’s the reality. In this society, with money, you can get anything. The question is, do you have any?"

He looked at Wang Zhipeng, "You should understand this the best, right? No matter how loving you two were in the past, she ended up with me, didn’t she?"

Wang Zhipeng gritted his teeth but was helpless.

Xu Kun was right.

"So you lowlifes better stop feeling indignant here. I have money and power, which means I can bully you and take your women."

"You really think that taking over a run-down medical hall will allow you to compete with the Xu Family? Stop dreaming!"

"If I could become a disciple of the Acupuncture Master, the Xu Family will only rise higher. That’s something you ants can never change!"

"Dad, let’s go. Don’t waste words with these people."

After Xu Kun spoke, he wrapped his arm around Feng Tingting and left.

Xu Mao also snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Wang Zhipeng sighed heavily.

The faces of Zhang Sheng and the others also looked unpleasant.

Chen Fan looked at them and said with a smile, "Don’t take his words too seriously. God won’t let any bad person off. They have done so much evil using their power; their punishment will come soon."

Wang Zhipeng and the others didn’t say anything, obviously not agreeing with Chen Fan’s words.

Not long after, Shen Deshan, accompanied by several elderly Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners, came over and sat on the stage.

Everyone quieted down.

Xu Mao and Xu Kun both had faces full of anticipation, "We will soon see the Acupuncture Master."

Zhang Sheng murmured to himself, "I wonder who the Acupuncture Master will choose to impart the Needle Skills to."

Wang Zhipeng showed an envious look, "Whichever young man is chosen must be very happy. It’s just a pity I’ll never have that chance again."

Shen Deshan scanned the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, you are already clear about the purpose of today’s meeting. I won’t go into details."

"Now, let us invite the Acupuncture Master onto the stage to meet everyone."

Everyone showed a look of anticipation.

"I wonder who this Acupuncture Master is. He must be very impressive," Wang Zhipeng said.

Chen Fan patted his shoulder, "He’s just so-so."

He then walked onto the stage with a smile.